Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 76 SOUTHWARD 110!
glance which seemed to penetrate your soul, was full of intelligence to which you were not a party. The soul of that glance was elsewhere, far in advance of the slowly-sailing ship, in search of the mistress of his desires.
Fearful was the fever that preyed upon his enfeebled frame. Yet, while momently sinking in the sight of all, his heart was full of hope and courage. There was a cheering and surprising elasticity in his tones � an exulting consciousness of assured success in voice and aspect which made him superior to all human anxieties. While no one even supposed he could ever reach the shore alive, he himself had no doubts that he would certainly do so. His confidence in this destiny raised strange supernatural convictions in his brother knights, the companions of his voyage. Their interest in his fate increased as they beheld and listened. He spoke to them freely, and poured forth, at frequent moments, the sentiments which were inspired by his passion. The exquisite sonnets which were thus delivered, seemed to them the utterance of a being already re-leased from human bonds ; they were so tender, so hopeful, and withal so pure. The extravagance of his flame was forgotten in its purity. The wildness of his delirium was sweet, because of its grace and delicacy. They spread their fruits before him, and poured forth their beakers of Greek wine, to persuade him to partake of more nourishing food than any which his passion could provide ; and he smiled as he tasted of their fruits, and lifting the goblet to his lips, he chanted : �

" Ay, bring me wine of Cyprus,
The sweetest of the grove,
And we will drink, while passing,
A brimful draught of love,
The laughing wine of Cyprus,
A brimful draught for me ;
And I will yield while passing The goblet to the sea!
Yes! Bring me wine of Cyprus !"
And, without quaffing, he flung the beaker into the deep. He needed not the stimulus of wine. As he had no longer a relish for earthly nourishment, so it had no power upon his blood or spirit.